I could feel the heat radiating off of her young body and see the flush in her cheeks. I put my palms flat on either one of her thighs and moved them ...ensually up the tanned, toned flesh that was there. Serena bit her lip, her eyes glued to my hands and the movements they made. I traced the edge of her bikini bottoms teasingly, going around her leg and up to the waistband, around the other leg and back again. The dampness of her pussy juices was soaking through the flimsy material. The moist. It never made much sense. She was just a damn dumb smart person. She completed med school ahead of schedule, and knew more about infectious disease than a person should. But ask her the right temperature to cook a frozen pizza and she might guess around 100 degrees.She also had nice, lean body which she tended to show off in yoga pants. And a cherubic little face with shoulder-length golden brown hair. It had to come down to self-esteem, really. Now she was five months pregnant and her most. “Just out of curiosity, have you had many clients bigger than us?” asked Adrian.“I haven't. I've had some pretty big ones, but not like you guys,” replied Marguerite.“And you haven't seen me at full potential,” said Adrian cockily.”I've been doing this for years, and I've seen a few biggies, but certainly nothing like George's,” said Anne. “Anyway, are you guys living here now?”“Not yet, but if all goes well we should be moving down here soon,” replied George.“Wow, George, your French is. "You asked nicely." God!" You like?" I love!" He lifted my skirt further to get a proper look. There was no shortage of light in the room. He got an eyeful. "I thought you said..." I know. It's a bitch when the itching sets in." Well, then, why..." You asked."Michael paused for a moment. "Would this work for other things?"I answered quietly, suddenly shy. "Probably." Oh?" Yeah. Love you." And you." Yeah. Now could we get back to ... the business?" Oh, you want to be paid?" Would you like that?".